Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.